Not all locks are on doors.
Some are on bank accounts.
Some are in your mind.
Some are built slowly by someone who loves you in ways that shrink you.
But all locks can be broken.
With one decision.
One signature.
One moment where you finally say:
“I deserve control over my own life.”
For me, it began with a forgotten card.
A freezing night.
A swallowed panic.
And it ended with a new beginning—
A bank account with my name.
A life I choose.
A door I unlocked for myself.
And for the first time in years…
I walked through it freely.
